Best Friend Funeral Poems
My Puzzle
Like a puzzle one piece down,
It’s so weird that you are not around.
Like a bar with just one drink,
All this time to stop and think.
All the stories we could tell,
From adventures, to time spent in hell.
Gone Away
Gone away,
Lost to me,
Here no more,
The cost to me.
Short goodbyes,
Long memories,
Broken hearts,
They’ll never ease.
Fun times done,
Dark times arrive,
Just a struggle,
To survive.
Always, my friend
Always known to have a laugh,
Shame you didn’t always bath.
Always late to any party,
Though your excuses they were hearty.
Always last up to the bar,
As if the walk was way too far.
Always last offering to drive,
As if no point to be alive.
Always last to give a smile,
It often took the longest while.
But always first to fight our corner,
Though we’d try our best to warn ya’.
My Best Friend
My best friend has gone away,
And all we wanted, one more day,
To say the things we had to say,
Like it’s your round, or you can pay!
My best friend was like no other,
Like a winy, pesky little brother,
And at times just like my protective mother,
But one who always gave me cover.
My Funny Friend
Although you jokes were not that funny,
And you seldom spent your money,
Last to the bar and first to leave,
That you’re gone’s hard to believe.
We’re not saying that you were mean,
But your wallet, seldom seen,
You’d complain and mutter on,
And yet we’re sad that you are gone.
To my Best Friend
To my best friend,
A soul mate, brother,
One tI vouched for,
Like no other,
One I’d fight for,
Right to the end,
That’s why I guess,
You’re my best friend.
To my best friend,
I know you’re gone,
But I’m sure our friendship,
Can live on,
How can I describe
How can I describe you,
To those who may not know,
How can I do justice,
To the truth as it was so.
How can I always honour,
Your love and memory,
How can I make them understand,
Just what you meant to me.
A Tribe to My Friend
Sadly I must say goodbye,
For now it is the end,
I’ve lost my one true soul mate,
My guardian, my best friend.
Always stood beside me,
Always at my call,
I’ve had lots of friends in my life,
but you wereby far, the best of them all.
Happy the Man
Happy the man, and happy he alone,
He who can call today his own:
He who, secure within, can say,
Tomorrow do thy worst, for I have lived today.
Be fair or foul or rain or shine
The joys I have possessed, in spite of fate, are mine.
Not Heaven itself upon the past has power,
But what has been, has been, and I have had my hour.
All Is Well Death Is Nothing At All
Death is nothing at all
I have only slipped into the next room
I am I and you are you
Whatever we were to each other, that we are still
Call me by my old familiar name
Speak to me in the easy way which you always used
Put no difference in your tone
Wear no forced air of solemnity or sorrow
Laugh as we always laughed at the little jokes we enjoyed together
Play, smile, think of me, pray for me